I’m fascinated by the work habits of the conventionally employed the same way a teenage boy is fascinated by the sex habits of anyone and everyone. When you don’t know, you’re curious.
My last hour of the day can be a bit of a moveable feast. If I’m being a good writer and sticking to my plan for the day, I’ll just grind out the final 50-minute Pomodoro session on whatever I listed as the goal that morning. If I’m being a degenerate slacker I might fall down a Youtube hole.
But none of it matters because I work on my own.
What the hell do you do in an office when physical and moral exhaustion creeps up on you at 3.49 pm?